"I have long heard of your renown, Fellow Daoist Yu! It is truly my great fortune to be able to spar with 'True Master Changqing,' the lone paragon of the Mingcang Marsh."
Feng Yuan flew into the Conception Heaven and took up a corner. Without another word, he formed a technique seal and pointed upward. Above his head, two layers of clouds began to shine brilliantly, a clear sign of his profound Merit.
"Be on your guard, Fellow Daoist Yu."
Feng Yuan's gaze was steady as he focused his mind for the fight. Channeling a bit of his Magical Power, he caused lotuses of flame to bloom one after another, rapidly expanding to cover a hundred-li expanse.
"Bring it on!"
Yu Changqing let out a long laugh. With a single thought, three layers of clouds appeared above his head, glowing with a dense, jade-green light.
In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of wooden swords materialized, intertwining like the vigorous branches of a qiu-dragon.
